It had been a long, hot walk downtown I lived in Brooklyn and worked in Midtown at the time with the throngs of other New Yorkers heading home due to the blackout of the entire city.

No subways. Forget the taxis and busses unless you like to be squeezed into human paste.

Only thing to do was walk.

Due to a bunch of bullshit, by the time I reached Soho, I was walking in darkness. That's when I noticed an insanely hot blonde walking in front of me with a unmistakable, intoxicated swagger. She wore a white miniskirt and silk blouse and strappy sandles.

I walked up next to her. "Excuse me, can I get to the Manhattan Bridge this way? It's kind of dark and hard to know where I'm going.

" Of course I knew damn well where I was going, but cut me some slack, it was the first thing that popped into my mind. She turned and looked at me, and wearing these cool wire frame glasses, checked me out and smiled. "Oh yeah, I'll show you where it is.

" As we walked along, we bitched about the blackout and joked and laughed a lot. She was heading home to her boyfriend but wasn't in any big rush.

When we reached Chinatown, we turned down a dark street with hardly any people. Because of the blackout, it was pitch black in some places. "I gotta pee, " she said. "Will you cover for me?" "Sure, " I said. She went between two parked cars along the side of the street, pulled down her panties, hiked up her skirt and crouched down. As much as I'd like to tell you that chivalry is not dead, I'm here to say that you can hang a tag on the toe of chivalry for my part. I looked.

Of course I looked.

I'm a man. Wouldn't you look? Anyway, it was dark...

But I could see her panties stretched around her ankles. They were these red, lacey thong things, and her legs were long and sculpted with nice muscles. I even caught a quick glimpse of her blonde softness. The heat caused her silk top to cling to her perfectly shaped, full breasts. "I'm a little unstable, can I hold on to you?" She said. I offered her my hand, but she grabbed my thigh while she finished peeing, She then reached into her purse and found some tissue. My length at this point was fully aware that there was a hot blonde crouched down not too far away, and her hand on my thigh felt nice. "Is there anyone coming?" She said. "Nah, you're--" Her hand moved up from my thigh to the bulge in my pants. "--good." I felt a tug, and down went my zipper. She freed my pole, wrapped her hand around it, then took me into her burning hot mouth and throat. She started sucking and bobbing her head on my length. In the darkness, I could see her silken blonde tresses swinging to her head's motion. Her soft, wet mouth was velvet on my length, and I couldn't help but breathe out long and heavy. Just then, I saw some fat guy walking toward us. I tapped her on the shoulder and she looked up at me with beautiful eyes and a full mouth, saying, "Hmmm?" I motioned that someone was coming.

She stood up, pulled up her panties and straightened her skirt. I put my prick back and zipped up. "Come on, " she whispered as the fat guy walked by, leering at us. We walked in stunned, lust-drunk silence for about half a block, my thingy making a tee-pee in my pants that would make Sitting Bull swear off his peace pipe. We found an alleyway that was pitch black, so we ducked in. Stumbling over some junk that was laying on the ground, we finally found a clear spot where the brick walls were about four or five feet apart. Our lips found each other, and we locked into a deep kiss, with our tongues circling. Kissing her made my whole body tingle and melt into her warm body.

Her hand shot back down to my aching length.

I felt her incredible tits over her silk shirt, then moved one hand down to her taut soft place. Pulling my length out, she dropped down and sucked me off some more. I put my hand on the back of her head and played her mouth some. She moaned fiercely when I did that, and I could feel the hard brick of the wall on the back of my head as I gasped in pleasure. I couldn't stand it another second. I grabbed her arms, pulled her up to standing, then turned her around. My eyes were now used to the extreme darkness, and I could see her put her hands up on the other wall and spread her legs.

It was my turn to drop down. Pulling up her skirt, I toyed her soft place cheek and put my hands on the back of her thighs, just under the bottom of her tightly curved soft place. She bent over and arched her butt so that I could get at her softness. Moved the thong panties off to the side by hooking my thumb on the string. My wide tongue stroked over her softness in long strokes, from her personal place to her quivering warmth. I could hear her breathing, like steam hissing, mixed with the city traffic and a car alarm going off in the distance. Her softness was a teasing, slippery mix of her exquisite juices and my saliva as I lapped away at her tight little softness.

But as much as I was loving it, I had to play this girl, right there in the alley as soon as possible. With her thong still hooked off to the side, I stood and drove my rigid length up into her. A moan escaped her lips, and I felt her push her soft place back to meet my deep thrust.

Grabbed her waist with my free hand and pulled her back with each hard pound of my pole. Then I grabbed her hair, playing her harder and harder.

The thong stayed out of the way when I reached up under her silk blouse to feel her tits that bounced as I played her. She put her face against the brick and we moved in perfect rythym, slapping our flesh together. "Don't cum inside me, " she said, maybe feeling my length building up in the stiff mushroom head. Faster.

Deeper.

Thrusting out of control. Her beautiful soft place pumping back, impaling on my thingy. Pounding.

Both moaning. Her contracting her softness on me in quaking waves and paroxysms of pleasure. So deep. So hard...

I pulled out just in time to shoot burning hot cum all over the slopes of her soft place.

Cum splattered over the cheeks and into her crack.

Some hit her skirt.

Some flew onto the ground.

Hell, I may have even hit the other wall, I came so playing hard. "Let's get a drink, " she said as we arranged ourselves. And sure enough, there was a bar under the Manhattan Bridge that had a generator and was doing a brisk blackout business. We had a drink, talked about how awesome that was, what we did for a living she was an aspiring actress, etc.

Then she said she had to go. Her boyfriend was waiting for her to come home.

She kissed me, smiled and left. Strangely, not too long after that, I saw her on a TV show that you've probably seen, and recently she's been in a few movies. I won't say who she is, but you'd know her, trust me on this. It's weird, I've never told anyone about it, or written about it until right now.

Not sure why. Every time I see her, my length tingles, thinking of playing her from behind in that alley during the great New York blackout. Well, at least it was great for two people. That's all.